The Perfect Rose ∞

The fragrance gently embraced me
like a longing desire in an undefined immortality.

Awkwardly, like an alien to earth, I stood still,
holding the sacred red petals in my trembling hands.

The fragrance seemed slightly familiar
as though remembered from a past eon of cosmic timelessness.

The original vine was secured tightly to the weathered tree
swaddled in white linen for all eternity to see.

The costly oil of frankincense and myrrh anointed the keys of David
and the ancient gates of the city.

The new covenant wine, pressed from the abundant fruit of one true vine,
seeped into the thirsty earth.

Holy water poured, freely, eagerly,
abundantly over aged gnarled branches and youthful new living sprouts.

Heaven proclaimed with lightning rods and thunder peals;
the whole earth knelt as the veil ripped apart.

Outside of Jerusalem’s gate the weathered tree reverently
shadowed crushed petals on holy ground.

The fragrance of life pushed opened the sealed tomb as surprise
and unbelief startled all the observers.

Beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, how can this be?
Mortality becomes immortal for eternity.

The fragrance now like morning dew refreshes my soul,
the gift of atonement, the cost of one priceless rose.

My spirit soars through gates of righteous splendor
as the Rose of Sharon invites me to HIS glorious throne.

Do you know this KING of GLORY, this Sacred Holy Rose?

YESHUA, my Messiah is waiting to touch your soul
​with HIS relentless faithful love.

August 12, 2011 ~ ©Jennifer Lynn Easton Joy​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ / שמחה איסטון לין ינייפר

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